Transmigrated Into the World of Magic and Swords - Chapter 269: Fighting Against the First Elder

Winged beasts with a hundred-meter wingspan swooped from the skies above.Bloodthirsty creatures weaved and leapt between skyscrapers, in search of prey.Thunderous beasts shrouded in lightning took steps that shook the earth with each stride.Humans hid, trembling in the city ruins, praying for the protection of the World Tree.Outside the city, a gargantuan tree that eclipsed the sun, opened its eyes.“This is the city under my sanctuary. Leave, or meet your death!”In an instant, all beasts submitted.PS: Mutated Animals + Lord genre!Early-stage main storyline: Tame Mutated Animals and establish power.In the mid to late stages, the protagonist can transform into a human.

“I have to squander; otherwise, won’t it be a waste of my parent’s talent at earning money?” Hong Dali answers a reporter’s question matter-of-factly.

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System’s interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, “I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I’ll have to work harder!”

“I want to splurge! I want to squander!”

Viserys Targaryen was born with the blood of dragons and yet lived his life in exile. He was a prince with a lost kingdom and a fading legacy, an immature bastard who died a pitiful death. Unfortunately, that same death was coming for me now… as I found myself in his body right before molten gold fried my brain.Yes. Fuck Khal Drogo, and fuck the molten crown.With the memories from another life, in this world of betrayal and broken oaths, I had the chance to forge a new destiny for myself. Armed with the knowledge of the future, my own cunning, and [The Dragon System], I made the choice to flee from the Dothraki barbarians and take back what was rightfully mine.

A mental patient, or a born policeman?

A peerless genius, or a master of crime?

There are cops who are least like cops, and there are criminals who are least like criminals.

Neither good nor evil is absolute.

It is a grey world we live in.

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